Monday, 22 December 2014

The Beach Boys "Christmas" (1964)

Little Saint Nick/The Man With All
The Toys/Santa's Beard/Merry Christmas Baby/Christmas Day/Frosty The Snowman//We
Three Kings Of Orient Are/Blue Christmas/Santa Claus Is Coming To Town/White
Christmas/I'll Be Home For Christmas/Auld Lang Syne

Ah yes the Beach Boys. California sun, long summer
days (and summer nights!!!), driving down to beaches in little deuce coupes to
meet surfer girls with good vibrations under full sun. I'd never really stopped
to think what those same sun-loving Beach Boys did when Winter arrives and the
sun set early, leaving Californian beaches cold. It seems to be a curious quirk
of the band's singles discography that they always seemed to sell more records
at the end of the year anyway between Autumn and Winter - which just goes to
show how few of their fans listened to the records while surfing and how many
used them as escapism.

However in a masterstroke of reinvention and with a
little nudge from a record contract that just wouldn't give them a moment's
peace the same Beach Boys ended up releasing one of the most yuletide-friendly
snowscape-making themed albums of all time. Now let's look at this fact in
closer detail: festive-themes albums were something your parent's favoured
singers and big bands did: released to a market who could afford to buy LPs
they only listened to for one month out of twelve and who didn't seem to mind
that they'd already heard most of the songs performed only slightly differently
by a whole host of competitors each year. Festive albums makes sense for
established acts as they can be recorded quickly with less effort than writing
a full album of material and even though
they generally get recorded somewhere around September time before the Xmas
vibe has really set in they tend to be made by hardened musicians who are used
to singing all sorts of things they don't actually mean at the time. However Christmas
albums are rare in rock and roll. I made it a policy early on in the life of
our site to 'save' our Christmas reviews for Christmas week - before I realised
how few there actually were (and how many years of writing I actually had ahead
of me!) The trouble is most of the AAA festive records only come late in life,
from acts like The Moody Blues and, erm, some guy named Brian Wilson sometimes
in the 21st century when acts are in their late 50s and 60s. There are only
three AAA albums to come out of the 1960s and 70s, two of which involve The
Beach Boys! (We even temporarily abandoned a rule about reviewing unfinished
LPs in the case of their second one from 1977) The 'odd one out' is an even
odder album by Art Garfunkel on an all-star cast album re-telling 'The
Nativity', making 'The Beach Boys Christmas Album' the only really traditional
AAA album recorded before 2003: compared to the sheer scale and size of the
'big band' Christmas records, this is what pretentious labellers of festive
food officially refer to as 'trace' - too small to be scientifically
measured. The fact is that your
traditional rock and roll collector didn't have the spare cash in the 1960s to
buy an album he had to put away for eleven months of the year (festive singles
were more likely but not exactly common; besides The Beatles released an album
every December between 1963 and 1965 so most fans were buying that instead) and
later, when rock and roll became heavier and harsher, soppy Christmas records
were exactly the sort of things rock and roll was meant to be rebelling
against.

So how did this album come about? Blame it on Phil
Spector's album 'A Christmas Gift For You' released in 1963 - the same week as
'Little Saint Nick'. Brian had long been a big fan of the producer and his
ability to drench echo over everything - and the fact that Spector had somehow
managed to drench mistletoe over everything as well must have had an impact. It
may have tickled him, too, to see Darlene Love suddenly promoted to lead singer
in a desperate attempt to get her a 'hit' after a series of flop albums
throughout the year - Brian knew all about keeping singers called 'Love' happy!
Projects like these really need someone in charge of them, who can arrange and
produce and organise projects - with the possible exception of George Martin,
no one else in the 1960s rock scene apart from Phil and Brian could have made
that album. The difference is that had someone told McCartney or more likely
Lennon to write a bunch of festive songs in 1964 they'd have no doubt told the
asker to get lost; the Beatles were all about changing the face of traditions
and bringing in the 'new'. With The Beach Boys it's more complicated than that:
Brian was just as steeped in harmony tradition as he was in rebellion (I'm
amazed the Four Freshman never made a Christmas album - it would have been
right down their street) and a Christmas album wasn't as big a no-no in America
as it was in Britain. Add in too the fact that the Beach Boys kind of started
at Christmas family get togethers (the only time of year the Loves and Wilsons
regularly met up) and you can see why the band might think more fondly of a
Christmas record than their competitors across the pond (who made do with
fanclub flexi-discs showcasing their humour instead). After all, they're a
'family' band - and nothing says family more than Christmas (or did in 1964
anyway).

One of the few exceptions to the rule that rock and
roll and Christmas doesn't mix was 'Little Saint Nick', a big hit for the band
in Christmas 1963. A rocking song guaranteed to make even Scrooge smile, Brian
and Mike wrote it when they realised that Christmas was drawing nearer and they
were running out of ideas for yet more songs about sun and summer. It was meant
to be a one-off joke - the Beach Boys singing about snow - and that was that.
But as 1964 began to wear the band down a full 'Christmas' album looked like a
good idea - it gave Brian the breathing time he needed to make the marvellous
'Today' album (released in March 1965) and gave him a break from finding yet
more variations on the same formula. There was clearly a market for it after
'Little Saint Nick' and a feeling that The Beach Boys were so popular they
would still be able to sell enough songs to fans (or more likely their parents:
The Beach Boys were one of the few bands of the sixties quite fondly regarded
by mums and dads, at least in 1964 before they 'got weird').

Which makes 'The Beach Boys' Christmas' rather a
unique record. What's interesting is how untraditional this one sounds at times
too: the general rule on festive favourites is that the original songs are kept
to a minimum and if you really want to be daring you either sing a carol in
traditional Spanish or German or dig up an obscure one from the Victorian era
or earlier. Several perfectly respectable Christmas records have been made to
that formula over the years - most of them by The King's Singers (one of the
few acts who can actually match The Beach Boys harmonies, in their early days
at least). However even under record company pressure to come up with a - gulp
- fourth album that year Brian Wilson doesn't take the easy way out, writing
five of the twelve album songs. The only festive album I know that exceeds that
is, erm, the unreleased 'Merry Christmas From The Beach Boys' recorded at a
time when the band had more time on their hands (way, way too much time!)

Unusually this Christmas record is divided neatly in
two. The first contains all of the originals and is more what you might think
of as a 'Beach Boys' record. The band play on all the songs and if you know
'Little Saint Nick' you'll know what to expect: the usual Chuck Berry
fast-walking-pace beat with stunning Beach Boys harmonies as normal, just with
sleigh bells attached. In fact, take the percussion away and you could be
listening to a 'normal' Beach Boys record on this first side (you can do just
that on 'Stack-O-Tracks', by the way, where Little Saint Nick can be heard as
an instrumental) - albeit one that's even more fully developed than normal:
some of the harmony arrangements on this album are stunning. Alas the Beach
Boys of late 1963 were far more inspired than the Beach Boys of late 1964 and
none of the other original material on this album comes anywhere close (that's
why you never 'The Man With All The Toys' on the radio very often, despite the
fact the band's fame propelled it all the way to #3 in the US charts - the same
position as 'Little Saint Nick' the year before). There are only two truly
great addition to the Beach Boys canon: the funky 'Santa's Beard' about a dad
dressing up to fool his young boy that Santa really exists which comes complete
with powerhouse Beach Boys vocals and a neat version of 'Jingle Belles' played
by Carl Wilson's 'surf' guitar; and the rocky 'Merry Christmas Baby', the perfect
mixture of the usual Beach Boys sob story and festive cheer, which is one of
the few rock and roll xmas songs I don't mind hearing every year. 'The Man With
All The Toys' and 'Christmas Day', though, are worse than a double helping of
sprouts.

I'd rather go through cold turkey - in both meanings
of the phrase - than sit through side two too often, however. When the band
knew that a Christmas record might be on
the cards Brian got plotting and came up with the idea of recording with a full
orchestra and making The Beach Boys record sound like the ones made by Sinatra,
Crosby, Perry Como etc. Legend has it he approached Spector first in the wake
of that successful record but was told to 'get lost'; instead he turned to Dick
Reynolds, the arranger on the vast majority of the Four Freshman records. In
theory this should be a good move: the two band's harmony styles are similar
and all Reynolds should have to do is do his usual job. However while hearing
the band occasionally reach back to their past (as on their two Freshman covers
'Graduation day' and 'Their Hearts Were Full Of Spring') is one thing; it's
quite another to sit through a whole album. Reynolds clearly has never heard a
Beach Boys album in his life - there's no sparkle, no twinkle, no energy and
the arrangements get slower and slower as the second side progresses. Now, the
Beach Boys can do slow: 'Surfer Girl', for instance, is a pure Four Freshman
influenced ballad. But they need something to pick up the tempo and the
horn-drenched 'Santa Claus Is Coming To Town' isn't it; The Beach Boys have
never sounded as dreary as they do here and I've never felt more un-festive
towards them as I do when they stretch 'We Three Kings' out to somewhere close
to half-an-hour (actually its 4:03 but time definitely slows down when the song
is on...)

Revealingly, the CD issue of this album also
features a period interview from Brian where he explains that the first side is
for the fans and the second for the ‘mums and dads’ and all too often that
shows: this 20 minutes is not easy going for anyone used to the Beach Boys'
usual fire and pizzazz. The effect is of slowly sinking under ten foot of snow
- at first it's fun to be doing something so different but you quickly tire and
long for someone to light a fire. There are two plusses in this side's favour
however – one is the chance to hear an alternate universe, where Brian finally
gets ‘his’ group to agree to becoming a fully fledged Four Freshman copycat
band. The second is the sheer glee in Brian’s voice. Unusually, he handles
pretty much all of the lead singing here and never does he sound happier or
more confident, without either cousin Mike Love or dad Murry Wilson getting in
the way of his vision. Brian’s fingerprints are all over the first dozen Beach
Boys albums in more ways than just the vocals and writing credits – but this is
the first time on record where Brian is unquestionably the leader and is
finally getting the vision in his head and his ears to sound on record the way
he wants it to.

What's worse is how rushed this album sounds.
Increasingly across 1964 The Beach Boys are being forced to make do with
second-best and something inevitably gives on each of their early LPs (until
Brian finally gets the time to make 'Today'). However this record seems more
rushed than most: Mike fluffs his double-tracking on 'Santa's Beard'; Al
Jardine seems to have never seen the lyrics to 'Christmas Day' until the moment
the song is given to him to record; most famously Dennis fluffs his biggest
moment yet on a Beach Boys record during his closing speech for 'Auld Lang Syne
('If you hap, err, happen to be listening to this right now...' - even the line
is suspect, of course I'm listening to that line now or I wouldn't hear you! I
think what Dennis was meant to say was 'if you happen to be listening to this
on Christmas Day' before realising that the line he had to speak made no
sense!) Even the backing tracks on the
first side and the harmonies on the second aren't delivered with the usual Beach
Boys spit and polish. Ah well, that's what happens when you're forced to make
Christmas records in September...

As a result 'Beach Boys Christmas' is a strange
hybrid. All the right elements are here: sleigh bells, carols, festive songs
about toys and Santa plus orchestral arrangements heard on every festive album
ever made by 1964. But for some reason it feels like a Christmas get-together
you don't quite belong to; you're suddenly spending Christmas with strangers
that you used to think you knew really well. Despite all the box-ticking 'Beach
Boys Party' is more of a 'festive' album than this one: it's bright, cheerful
and full of the atmosphere of friends having fun; by contrast too much of
'Beach Boys Christmas' is a slog and way more traditional than it needs to be.
In short, it's the Queen's Speech of festive television, not the Doctor Who
special - full of anachronisms that should have long been buried and which have
no bearing on our lives but which everybody goes through just because that's
how they've done things every year even though a better alternative is already
taking place on the other channel. Goofy as it is, unfinished as it is, I'd
take the unreleased 1977 Beach Boys album over this one anyday (or at least the
second side!) Bah! Humbug! What's that, ghost of Christmas reviews from the
future? However much I hate this record it can't possibly be as bad as The
Moody Blues' 'December' or Art Garfunkel's 'The Animals' Christmas'? Alright
then spirit, I promise to amend my ways in the next half of the review and find
something nice to say!

...erm...err...'Little Saint Nick' is good, I like
that one. 'Santa's Beard' and 'Merry Christmas Baby' aren't bad. Err...(long
pause)...did I mention how mercifully short this album is? Or how pretty the
album cover is? (A hilarious shot of the Beach Boys decorating a tree in
matching festive jumpers knitted by some indulgent wardrobe mistress at Capitol
- Wilson mum Audree's knitting was far better than that!) What's weird, of
course, is that Al Jardine apart this could be a 'real' Beach Boys family
Christmas picture, not just a bunch of musicians standing in front of a
backdrop sometime in August. That leads to me another thought: Christmas
presents were easy for the band that year weren't they? 'What did you get me
this year, Al?' 'Why, Carl, I bought you a record I think you might like...a
copy of the 'Beach Boys Christmas Album!' 'Gosh, how thoughtful - you shouldn't
have. No I mean it, you shouldn't have. Guess what I got you?...' Another
thought - do you think Dave Marks - who'd been forced out of the band at the
beginning of the year - got a copy that Christmas?!

The
Songs:

The best known tracks – and not coincidentally – the
ones that work the best are those that mix tried and tested Christmas sounds
(mainly borrowed from Phil Spector’s echo-friendly record ‘A Christmas Gift For
You’) with typically Beach Boys sounds and influences. The 1963 hit single [83]
‘Little Saint Nick’
is a case in point – in typically Beach Boys vernacular Santa visits your
‘pad’, his sled is led by ‘old Rudy’ and best of all Santa’s magic powers mean
the sled ‘walks a toboggan with a four-speed stick’ which means ( I think)
that’s she’s pretty darned fast. Please, Santa, if you’re listening, I want a
Little Deuce Coupe sled this year too! Like the best of this album, somehow
this delightful pastiche of both Christmas and the band themselves is more
heart-warming than a mince pie round the fire. Indeed, it was the surprise hit
status of this 1963 track (which reached #3 at a time when the band’s sales
were slowly beginning to take a nose dive in the wake of the Beatles’ sudden
success in America) that inspired this whole album – and while nothing else on
the album quite matches it, very few other band have ever quite matched the
sheer fun and frolics of this festive cheering track either. CD re-releases of
the Beach Boys' Christmas material inevitably contain the single mix from 1963
(with even more sleigh bells) and a curious rendition from two days earlier set
to the tune of 'Drive-In'. A joke (as Brian's giggling at the end suggests?) or
a proper first attempt at the song? Either way it's a good version - easily the
second best Beach Boys xmas recording from the 1960s.

[84] 'The Man With All The Toys' was meant to be the 'big hit' from
this album that the band spent most time on and comes closest to merging the
'Beach Boys' and 'traditional' sides together; it did well too, reaching #3.
However by the band's high standards the track is lifeless and limp, perhaps its
filled with so many traditional Beach Boys reference points and Christmas
lyrics - a snowman that's been out in the sun too long. The story follows a
young child who wakes up early one night and actually sees Santa. Surely that's
a good starting point for a fun and exciting song - instead the band sound as
if they've been woken up early out of their Christmas morning sleep and want to
get back to bed as quickly as possible. There's an annoying (huh!) counter-riff
(huh!) that keeps (huh!) popping up (huh!) out the blue (huh!) for no (huh!)
apparent (huh!) reason (huh!) which really (huh!) gets on your nerves (huh!) by
the end of the song (huh!) Mike Love sounds bored out of his skull on the
verses (never have I heard someone sing the word 'thrilled' less thrillingly
than here), Carl sounds uninspired on guitar and even a stunning harmony part
from the whole band can't make this a Christmas classic no matter how hard they
try. A solo Brian Wilson re-recording for the album 'All I Really Want For
Christmas' in 2005 somehow manages to be even worse.

[85] 'Santa's Beard' is much better, despite the weird title. The
song is another silly little bit of fluff about a boy ('five-and-a-half going
on six') desperate to meet up with the 'real' Santa Claus. He's not fooled by
his dad dressing up either or the Santa at his local store, but peace is
restored when the narrator adds that he's 'Santa's assistant' (Ho ho ho!
Clever!) There's a great simple walking bass riff to this one and the Beach
Boys are born for harmonies like this: Mike turns in a terrific lead vocal (he
does a pretty good impression of a whining kid too) and a great bass part while the others all
join in behind (Brian adding a falsetto counter-melody on the line 'he
shouldn't have pulled Santa's beard'). We've already mentioned Carl's neat
rendition of 'Jingle Bells' in the solo - in fact this recording is a delight
for the band all round: that's Al on bass, Brian on piano and Dennis on drums.
All in all a great little Christmas package.

One that's equalled by [86] ‘Merry Christmas, Baby’, a Brian Wilson
original that sounds even more like an evergreen Christmas classic than Old
Saint Nick did. The backing is decidedly upbeat but the lyrics aren't: the
narrator's just broken up with his girl ('why'd she do it this time of year?'
Probable answer: so the old scrooge didn't have to buy you a present!) but he's
confident they can make it up before Christmas Day - because that's what the
season is all about. Lead singer Mike
Love is on sterling form –Christmas seems to bring the best out in the singer
who sounds more at home than the others, 'All The Toys' aside– and Brian’s
cheeky answering yelps (a rocking 'ah-ha!' early on) and the band’s most
glorious block harmonies (dominated by Carl, for once) make this song seem like
Christmas no matter what time of year you play it. The band sound like they're
having, fun, especially Dennis who turns in some terrifically powerful drum
patterns to the bottom of the sound. All in all this song should be the most
recognised Beach Boys Christmas song after 'Little Saint Nick', although
frustratingly it was only ever released as a single in Germany in 1967!

[87] ‘Christmas Day’ is
stretching the formula a bit thin however – Al Jardine’s first lead on a Beach
Boys record suggests that its one of the few songs here that composer Brian
didn’t consider turning into a hit. The song simply ambles along in true Perry
Como fashion, only with the greatest respect to Al Jardine his 1965 self isn't
a strong enough singer to pull it off. To be fair I'd have hated to have sung
my first lead in a band that can sing that well, so no wonder he sounds nervous
(Brian must have liked it though, picking Al to sing 'Help Me Rhonda' a few
months later). This song about keeping the Christmas spirit into adulthood (the
first appearance of 'age' on a Brian Wilson song, a theme that's going to
dominate the following year of 1965) really needs an enthusiastic vocal from
Mike or Brian to come to life - Al is enthusiastic in a quiet, emotionally
controlled way and is simply cast wrong for the song. The end result is a song
that wouldn't have been that memorable with the usual singers taking part but
here sounds positively ordinary.

Right, we can't put it off anymore so here we go
with side two. A chirpy [88] 'Frosty
The Snowman' isn't actually that bad - although it has the unfortunate
effect of making The Beach Boys sound like extras on their own album. In truth
this could be any vaguely talented band singing - the harmonies are the simple
sort that suited The Four Freshman but are a tad pedestrian by Beach Boys
standards (Reynolds arranged them not Brian- which was good in terms of his
health and pressure on it but not terribly good for us) and are mixed too low
behind the orchestra in any case. And oh yes that 41 piece orchestra: we called
the one on 'Pet Sounds' over-lush which makes this one positively verdant and
what's worse is there's none of Brian's love of unusual sound combinations,
just a heavy kind of mush that sits over proceedings however unsuitably, like
an overly fat fairy balancing on a tiny Christmas tree. The result is a
passable version of 'Frosty The Snowman' which left to their own devices the
Beach Boys could have done so much better.

The worst recording here though is a torturous [89] 'We Three Kings Of Orient Are'.
This has never been my favourite of carols but at least most versions have a
kind of teasing cat-and-mouse quality, a slow and stately trot turning into an
overly excited chorus where even Royalty can't wait to meet the new Messiah.
This funeral-paced version of the carol makes them sound as if their camels
have got stuck in a camel jam. Amazingly some Beach Boys fans really rate this
recording: it does offer you a rare chance to hear them singing throughout,
after all, and the slow tempo means you can really study how their voices mould
together without the band's usual energetic pace. For me, though, this is a
terrible rendition which features all the worst excesses of the Four Freshman
(slow pace, lack of variety, overly enunciated vowels) without any of the high
points (the storytelling; the fact that these harmonies don't suit the Beach
Boys' voices quite as well). There is at least a nicely suitable oriental feel
about the beginning of the song - but even that's gone by the time the band
open their mouths. Hurry up Boxing Day, that's all I'm saying.

[90] 'Blue Christmas' has become something of a rock and roll
standard at Christmas, with covers by Elvis and Shakin' Stevens (now there's a
duet I'd have paid to hear! 'Uh-huh!' 'Wooh!') Most versions of it are sad, but
this version is positively melancholic: Brian sings alone on a tempo caught
somewhere between 'heavy snowdrift has stopped all traffic' and 'a sled pile-up
on the motorway'. The orchestra is terribly OTT, turning what should be a nice
little cameo into a full production number complete with dancing girls (or at
least dancing snowmen). That's a shame because Brian clearly loved the song -
this is only is second solo vocal ever on a Beach Boys album and he still talks
about this song being one of his favourites now. It's a shame he didn't
re-record it for his solo xmas CD: it would have suited his older, deeper voice
much better; this one is too earnest and young to do the song justice.

[91] 'Santa Claus Is Coming To Town' is comparatively a great
arrangement, if only because The Beach Boys get to add some of their own
touches; the interplay between Mike and Brian is great here and the overall
upbeat mood is much more suited to the Beach Boys sound than all this festive
misery. There's a nice a capella opening that simply soars before the orchestra
cuts in to pull us back to Earth: while still clearly a very Four Freshman-style
arrangement from Dick Reynolds this is the kind of thing the Beach Boys could
always do better than their heroes - making a song come alive with nothing more
than their voices. However the orchestration is still completely unsuitable,
even taking a side-route into 'Pop Goes The Weasel' for no other reason than
Reynolds thinks this is being 'wacky' and 'silly'. As we've often seen already,
things go wrong when The Beach Boys try to pull off 'whacky' and 'silly'.

[92] 'White Christmas' is a Bing Crosby standard so drilled into the
Western world's consciousness that every single later cover version falls
short. Brian sings lead once again on this one but, great singer that he is, he
doesn't have the ease and cool-headed charm of Bing: instead he ends up
sounding like a wannabe carol singer, trying too hard to do justice to a
'standard'. The orchestration is again horribly over-souped (if this was a
'Little Deuce Coupe' the engine would have overcooked before it even got out of
the garage) and the fact that the band are being made to sing like the Four
Freshman reveals - Shock! Horror! - a few faults in the band's sound. I first
owned 'The Beach Boys Christmas' album on cassette and had convinced myself it
was getting 'wowy' (ie running slow) during the opening line because The Beach
Boys could never possibly sound that flat (well not until '15 Nig Ones' in 1976
at least). Horror of horrors though: it's on the CD version too!

[93] 'I'll Be Home For Christmas' is another hideously overblown
ballad - what is it with sad songs about Christmas on this album? Reynold's
arrangement hasn't taken on board any of the Beach Boys' characteristics:
instead the band sound dreary and slow without their precious backbeat. Even
Bing Crosby never quite got this slow dirge of a song right - arranged to be
slower, with even less charm than the original, The Beach Boys have no hope.

The album closes with traditional Scottish hymn [94]
'Auld Lang Syne'.
This is surely the best and most fitting use of Beach Boys harmonies across the
whole album - a classy soaring blend of five voices weaved around each other
like a festive scatter-cushion. But wait, what's that? Dennis Wilson keeps
muttering something over the top of it and the one truly evocative moment on
this album's second side is ruined. He even fluffs his lines midway through
(were the band really so rushed they couldn't do a re-take?) and the lines
sound terribly insincere ('it's been a great pleasure for all of us to bring
you this Christmas album and we hope that you will al treasure it like we
will'; huh have you actually heard it guys?! By your standards it's
rubbish!) Thankfully a remixed version
for the CD re-issue took out Dennis Wilson and left us with just the vocals.
Now that's what I call a Christmas gift!

So, like every Christmas, there are gifts that we
could have done without and gifts we can’t believe we spent the year without.
Not everything on it is perfect, but the CD compilations of it and the band's
1977 recordings do at least show the care and effort the Beach Boys deserve (there’s a booklet with liner notes on every
song plus photos) but sadly ran out of time to actually show across the
original record. Too many of the recordings leads me into that old Christmas
chant of saying ‘you shouldn’t have’, while being blooming pleased that
somebody really did. Christmas without the Beach Boys? Why that would be like,
err…Summer without the Beach Boys! Unthinkable!

Plus an extra stockingfiller...

Brian Wilson "All I Really Want For Christmas"

Brian Wilson: "What I
Really Want For Christmas"

(Arista, October 18th
2005)

The Man With
All The Toys/What I Really Want For Christmas/God Rest Ye Merry Gentlemen/O
Holy Night/We Wish You A Merry Christmas/Hark The Herald Angels Sing/It Came
Upon A Midnight Clear/The First Noel/Chirstmassey/Little Saint Nick/Deck The
Halls/Auld Lang Syne (CD Bonus Tracks: On Christmas Day/Joy To The World/Silent
Night)

"Christmas comes but once a year
and four times a career..."

What is it with the Beach Boys and Christmas? Here
we go again with the fourth festive record in this book - and like all the
others the response is more 'you shouldn't have' than 'awww, you shouldn't
have'. If the first Beach Boys record was rushed, the second (unreleased)
misguided and the third (with Wilson Phillips) pointless then at least the best
you can say about attempt number four is that iota's heart is in the right
place. There are, at least, sleighbells, actual carols you know and love and a
feeling that this record is at least partly infused with the spirit of
Christmas, rather than recorded in a dusty recording studio in a blazing hot
summer. That's partly down to the Wondermints (whose percussion and backing
vocal heavy arrangements are perfect for these sort of songs), partly down to
the choice of songs (no songs re-written in a hurry to sound festive this time,
thank goodness) and partly thanks to Brian. The elder Wilson has been gradually
adjusting to his newer voice more and more with every solo album and he's
finally clicked with it here, audibly bouncing around the songs with an
enthusiasm that hasn't been there since at least 1970. Yes there are still
things I'd change: why re-record so many songs from the other three albums
(even the non-originals, which at least make a kind of sense) when there are so
many carols out there begging to have the Beach Boys treatment (surely Holst's
'In The Bleak Midwinter' and 'I Wonder As I Wonder' are more suited for that
mixture of purity, melancholia and block harmonies than yet another go at 'Auld
Lang Syne' (which isn't even a Christmas song anyway but a new year's one! Yes,
and a pedantic Christmas holidays to you too!) Also, perhaps it's just my
Christmas holidays, but it seems odd that Brian should make such a sad and
unhappy Christmas record in 1964 ('Beach Boys' Christmas') and such a
relentless upbeat and happy one in 2005. It's almost as if he's proving to
someone (Himself? Us?) that he really is in a happy place, no honest he is
(another important development since the last record: Brian has become a father
again and the videos for this album's singles all feature his children heavily
- perhaps that's what's inspired the happier tone; back in 1964 of course Brian
was a childless 22 year old who wasn't even married and spent that year's
Christmas flying between gigs).

There aren't many new songs on this album (three
to be exact) and they aren't exactly the greatest gifts to unwrap - even
compared to the under-par songs from 'Beach Boys Christmas'. 'What I Really Want For
Christmas' - a much discussed collaboration with Elton John's lyricist
Bernie Taupin - was in fact so awful when I got it as a single that I've only
just got hold of the full album. Sadly this song sounds more like a clunky
Elton non-song than a Brian Wilson number (I'm willing to bet the tune came
after the lyrics too). What I really want for Christmas is never to hear this
song again. 'Chirstmassey'
is just 'Fairy Tale' (see Brian's last CD) with a
fasttalkingfornoapparentreasoncrammingasmanywordsintoonelineasyoucan chorus
that doesn't work too well except to sum up what an over stimulated child is
feeling by around dinnertime on Christmas Day all too well, struggling to sit
through the Queen's Speech so they can watch the Dr Who Christmas Special
after. 'On Christmas Day'
(originally available only as a downloadable extra) is much better: The
Wondermints harmonies are amongst their most complex on album and the lyrics
are better: the narrator is looking out of his window, watching the snowman he
made melt away and seeing the decorations being taken down but in his heart
he's happy because he knows he'll still be with his beloved family next year to
do it all over again. A pretty series of chords makes you wish that this song
had been kept for a 'proper' album actually.

The old faithful carols are a much more likeable
bunch though: 'Deck The Halls' has some nice surf guitar draped around the
song, 'We Wish You A Merry Christmas' features more of Britain's love of
unusual textures (the bass harmonicas from 'Pet Sounds' set against a flute),
'Hark The Herald Angels Sing' is given a funky a capella treatment ('Hark the
Herald...ooh ooh ooh Merry Christmas!'), an even funkier coda and Brian even
does the rare last verse you hardly ever hear sung ('Light and life to all he
brings, Christ the feeling in his wings'), 'God Rest Ye Merry Gentlemen' sounds
surprisingly sober, 'The First Noel' surprisingly drunk. Oh and the
re-recording of 'Little Saint Nick' - which was a standard by 2005 even if
Brian wrote it - is a lot of fun, with Brian now several octaves lower but
sounding like more of a kid than ever. I'm less sure about reviving 'The Man
With All The Toys' though: if that song can't work with prime time Beach Boys
harmonies then this version melts quicker than a snowman in a microwave.
Throughout, though, all these songs (except the two worst new ones) have a
little something about them - a lightness of step, a little nugget of
arrangement there - that makes this album a lot more enjoyable and much more
suitable festive entertainment than 'Beach Boys Christmas', never mind what on
earth was going on in 1977. Best of all, there are no soppy children's choirs
or modern synthesisers (as per the Wilson Phillips Christmas LP). Forty-five
years on from the release of Phil Spector's 'A Christmas Gift For You' and at
the fourth go, Brian finally delivers a Christmas record worth playing past
Boxing Day that at last sounds as if it wishes a good night to all and to all a
good night.

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Born in the nexus point of Britain (well, the Midlands anyway), the author has swapped the concrete paradise of Stafford for …the concrete paradise of Ormskirk/Skelmersdale.

Along the way he got a music GCSE and A level (including a national award for his composing work) and music theory grades 3-5, so he should at least vaguely know what he is talking about. He was also awarded an English and History degree from St Martin’s College in Carlisle for his research work and ability to make 3000-word essays quadruple in length overnight (Carlisle remains his spiritual home, whenever it isn’t raining – which is, sadly, most of the time).

Journalism wise his highlights have been writing possibly the worlds last article on Gene Pitney (which was due to have been published two days after he died), enthusing over debut singles by now semi-famous artists like The Editors, Feeder and Newton Faulkner and – the most worthy of all – told the world that Chico out of X Factor was an idiot with a loud voice and nobody should buy his single. Of course, everybody did and it made number one. His artistic crest is the following description of a record: ‘two parts melodious funk to one part Theolonious Monk’!

When not writing his past-times include moaning about continuity points on sci-fi programmes such as Dr Who, Blake's 7, Sapphire and Steel and Timeslip, vainly supporting Alonso through thick and thin in F1 racing, cursing at the Coalition for their sheer incompetence and lying down in a darkened room recovering from chronic fatigue attacks.

The author has spent approximately 31 and a half of his 32 years listening to music in some form or another (he was asleep for the other 6 months before you ask) and has been officially declared ‘monkeynuts’ after spending three months working at the Skills Exchange in Skelmersdale (which seemed like a lifetime). This website - which started off at its 'old' home at www.alansalbumarchives.moonfruit.com - is now six years old, has covered over 450 albums by various artists and has received in total more than 280,000 hits. You can hear the author's music, see his youtube videos (starring Max The Singing Dog) and read more of his awful puns and jokes about the Spice Girls by checking out the 'links' pages further down the site...

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